24 Monday Apr 2017
Posted in Loss, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Wind Shear, poetry, Wind Shear
my tectonic plate has shifted
my heart was in the middle
crushed beyond repair
my sanity shifts
along with the slipstream
and a cold front
eclipses
Wind Shear by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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23 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in Loss, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
Of the woman –
mother and father to children;
who plastered walls, repaired teddy bears,
ran a business, ran a home, studied,
got a degree, did all three,
strong, independent, confident.
I am glad you are dead
and you did not witness the decay,
of each passing day.
Lone by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
22 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Death, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Dolor, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Dolor, poetry
You do not see my heart break
360,000 times an hour,
my stoop becomes more pronounced,
my eyes sink and my cheeks hollow.
You do not see each line and wrinkle
from each grief ridden second,
my hair and blood thinning,
as the light departs my eyes.
Golden sunbeam hair,
moonbeam eyes and cherry crescent lips,
butterflies in her shoes.
When we walked through farrowed fields,
solis and luna blended into aeons.
I am glad you did not stay,
to witness the decay of this life.
Dolor by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
21 Friday Apr 2017
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Six Degrees of Sheffield, poetry, Sheffield, Six degrees of Sheffield
Great city, city of my love,
city of Hendo’s, knives and cutlery,
of Arctic Monkeys, six degrees.
The Arts Tower beacon watches over
seven rivers, seven valleys
once clanged with grinding stones.
Great city, framed under grey skies,
touring bicycles, freewheeling
rewarded, great city, city of my love.
Six Degrees of Sheffield by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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20 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in Death, Loss, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Purple Haze, poetry, Purple Haze, Worldly Winds poetry
It is strange to think,
the last time I was here,
we walked together.
Rock on my friend, rock on.
I wear your jacket with pride,
stitched with love and memories.
Wear life, live, and love,
You leave a friend
shaped hole in my heart.
Farewell my friend;
go well,
fly far.
Purple Haze by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
December 2016
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18 Tuesday Apr 2017
Posted in NaPoWriMo17, Nature, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Free Spirit, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, loneliness, nature, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
I am a free spirit –
I go where the North winds take me,
whilst the restless dried leaves tumble and fall,
the bitter breeze blows,
calling them.
I am in no man’s land –
free as the mountain streams,
following gravity’s pull to conditionality,
quietly seeping to the core,
deep down, calcified,
no one knows me,
no one owns me,
being a free spirit,
is lonely.
Free Spirit by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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17 Monday Apr 2017
Posted in childhood, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Boomerang Girl, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Boomerang Girl, poetry
Another friend’s settee,
another temporary home,
I sat on the floor and cried for you;
poor little boomerang girl,
nothing you can do.
I’d shoot bullet holes,
into your black skies,
to let the starlight shine on you;
poor little boomerang girl,
how will you get through.
You silenced the music,
and forgot how to sing,
hung up your dancing shoes;
poor little boomerang girl,
your heart is so bruised.
You can’t recall how to dance,
and stopped having fun,
kept your chin up, and eyes to the floor;
poor little boomerang girl,
you can’t take anymore.
No food in the cupboard,
no pence in your purse,
your mother’s out dancing,
poor little boomerang girl,
your father’s romancing,
and your life just gets worse.
Another friend’s settee,
another temporary home,
I sat on the floor and cried for you;
poor little boomerang girl,
nothing you can do.
Boomerang Girl by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
16 Sunday Apr 2017
Posted in NaPoWriMo17, Poetry, Political
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Brexit, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, Brexit, poetry, political poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
Borders broken
Racist riptide
England exits
Xenophobic zeitgeist
Immigrants intimidated
Troubling times
Brexit 27.06.2016
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Brexit First appeared in The Fat Damsel (Damsels Against Leave)
15 Saturday Apr 2017
Posted in Anger, NaPoWriMo17, Poetry, Political
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Left Behind, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, capitalism, disability cuts, DLA cuts, Homelessness, Left Behind, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
You sit and you smug
with your jury and judge,
do’s, don’ts, and should,
with a privileged view
and a principled coup;
but what do you know,
and what will you gain –
it’s all a big show,
a capitalist game.
Left Behind by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
12 Wednesday Apr 2017
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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Passive Tense, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, poetry, worldlywinds poetry
I was Karen
abused, neglected
parents rejected
left to my own devices
dens and hens
rose petal potions
solitary, singular
deep and morose
other worldly
a living ghost
Karen lingers
haunting
the host
Passive Tense by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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Worldly Winds 